"Because you aren't quitting," I added quickly.
I watched every tense muscle in her face release at once. The confusion smoothed into relief.
She thought I meant the job.
She had no idea I meant every single other thing I had just said alongside it.
"You're coming back to the office, and you're doing that now. Go and get dressed," I added.
"No. You don't do that to people." She shook her head and stood up immediately, "You don't walk into people's houses and get to control them that way, Mr. Stark."
I stood up and met her glare.
Fuck. She was so small and trembling with anger, her eyes blazing, and her lips pressed firmly together like she was holding back more than she had just said.
I felt the overwhelming, completely unreasonable urge to close the remaining distance between us
